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YOU KNEW the world was not sunshine and pastries. Your brothers had experienced war. You'd seen death. However, nothing quite prepared you for a man to challenge your new husband in front of you. The crowd cheered watching them fight, but it only made your stomach turn. Your fingers fidgeted helplessly for anything to distract you. It wasn't enough. You could feel your heart constrict. Air leaving your lungs. Reentering just as quickly. You knew he was good. No one had beat Drogo. But what if that changed today? Your heart burned again.
You were technically a gift to Khal Drogo, a means of satisfying the Khal and encouraging him not to invade your kingdom's lands. However, you two had quickly bonded. Although you were no helpless princess, you were admittedly softer than Drogo was used to. He loved you fiercely, his delicate little butterfly. You found comfort in his roughness, his strength, his loyalty to you. You couldn't imagine your world without him anymore even though the union was so fresh.
Drogo decapitated the man in one swoop, yelling as he brought his weapon down. The crowd went wild. You turned away, tears pricking your eyes as your heart continued to constrict. He was ok now, but emotion seemed to continue to overwhelm you. Your husband just killed a man in front of you and could've very well died as well.
Drogo pushed through people, eyes dead set on you. With a hand on your shoulder he spun you quickly into him, seeing the tears begin to puddle along your waterline.
"Zhalia," he murmured to you, taking your hands roughly in his and placing them on his bare chest. The warmth of him grounded you. Cupping your cheeks, he brought a heartfelt kiss to your forehead before urging your eyes to meet his again. His stoic steadiness, despite splatters of blood crisscrossing his body, centered you. The room fell away and it was only him. He kept his hands on your face, cradling your cheeks. He brought a quick succession of kisses to your forehead again before eyeing you. Satisfied you were calming down, he finally released your face and crushed you into a hug. You let your hands grip his hard muscled chest, feeling him there with you. ——— WORD COUNT 380 zhalia is dothraki for butterfly :)
